My Horoscope like my Horror show my worst Fear palms under oath and Pistols jamming or catch something from your dirty Mammy observe the damage after popping Thirty zanies. Talking shit what's that about acting like am a loose my Title Bout I live what I write about, Bullshit that's what all my Homies died about, Full Clip new stick Im have ta try it out. Im Trapped in box, time is passing and time wasted, my mind is racing and i cant see the time clock, the thoughts of misery 

of people screaming & yelling on my cell block, my head is full of dwelling, thoughts of rebeling they can take my time but fuck em my soul i'm never giving up.

I can out swing them and I can out beat them, I can punch through anything,

nothing is enough, fuck with me homie and you'll be receiving my fucking uppercut,

sucker punch you when your sleeping, tell you wake the fuck up and stop dreaming,

Im undisputed, undefeated and unbeaten. Lock me up for nothing they cheaten,

your nothing but a bunch of bitches, i showed up with stitches, I box these bars until I get scares, true champions never lose we just watch from a far.